Page 25 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
Then finally she released a sigh. “I guess not.”
I pulled into my garage and parked.
“Get some sleep, beautiful. I’ll see you soon.”
She was quiet for a minute, then muttered, “That sounds like a threat.”
“Not a threat, a fact.”
“Goodnight, Emir.”
I leaned my head back against the seat. She sounded content as fuck and that was currently how I felt.
“Goodnight, Baylyn.”
I ended the call, but I knew she’d still be thinking about me long after she hung up and that had me just as fucking content.
Chapter
Seven
Baylyn.
My day started with another reminder that Emir wasn’t going anywhere. He sent breakfast, which had me grinning for most of the morning while I remained busy with back-to-back calls, email chains that seemed never ending, and a handful of client requests that had me questioning why I didn’t just quit everything and move to an island and become a beach bum.
I barely left my office, only escaping for a coffee refill before diving back into work, but now it was lunchtime and my stomach was making sure I didn’t ignore it.
I sighed, tapping my pen against my desk, debating my options. I could grab something from the Sandwich Shop or justsuffer through another protein bar and call it a day. But before I could decide, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I called, sitting up.
Cami pushed the door open with a large brown paper bag in her hand, the scent of fried perfection drifted through my office.
“Delivery for you,” she said, arching a brow. “Smells good as hell too.”
I frowned, glancing at the logo. Wingz Spot. One of my favorites.
Emir.
I smiled big as shit.
Cami set the bag on my desk. “Judging by that reaction, I’m guessing this wasn’t something you ordered?”
“Nope.”
“Huh.” She crossed her arms, watching me with curiosity. “Mysterious, handsome benefactor sending you lunch now and does he have an equally mysterious handsome family member who’s willing to send me lunch?”
I ignored the heat that crept up my neck. “It’s not like that.”
“Uh-huh.”
I sighed, opening the bag. Ten honey lemon pepper wings, extra crispy. Seasoned fries. Ranch on the side. Exactly how I ordered them every time.
This was twice now.
The breakfast delivery that had shown up at my door with an order of avocado toast, a green smoothie, and a cappuccino from my favorite café. No note or message. Just a guy waiting for me when I stepped outside. He knew my schedule, specifically the time I left the house, which was also unnerving. Oddly enough though I didn’t fear Emir. Probably should have but didn’t.
And now this.
